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Song of the Siren
She stood with her eyes closed, listening to the melody as
the warm air circled around her. The hauntingly beautiful lyric wasn’t in any
recognisable language, yet to her it made sense.
The flowers in the meadow turned their faces towards the sun
and danced in the breeze, moving to the rhythm of the siren song, the irresistible theme tune of hope itself.
As the sunlight warmed her skin and the air currents raised
the hairs on her arms, he came to her. She felt his lips skim hers as his arms
encircled her waist. He whispered into the air, “I’m here” and in her heart,
the final shard of ice melted.
But was he real, that friend of hers, the one who gave her
the gift of sight? Who helped her to see what before had been hidden? She
kept her eyes gently closed as she wondered if he really existed.
She stretched her arms out and slowly spun in the sun-kissed
meadow. And with joy in her heart, she found her voice again.
